Fangs of Ivory
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda Series
Chapter 2: Assassination
The young wolf trotted happily around the manor. He explored every nook and cranny he could find.
Yeto and Yeta watched him with careful eyes to make sure he wouldn't go into the coldest parts of the home.
"Did see parents?" Yeta asked her husband.
"Nope." He retorted.
Yeta looked sorrowful at the orphan puppy.
"Not worry, we raise him big and strong." Yeto reassured his wife.
"And smart." Yeta added.
During their conversation, they didn't notice the pup find a hole through the wall which led to the backyard. He went through it with much curiosity. The backyard was covered with snow and hills. He jumped on the mounds of snow and dug several holes.
What he didn't notice were the mounds of snow that were moving toward him slowly.
The wolf turned around to see 5 white wolfos jumping at him with fangs bared. He quickly dodged them and made a dash for the hole he had come through. Two more wolfos appeared in front of the hole. He was trapped.
"Now you die here and he will be pleased." One sneered and snapped its jaws, making the pup bristle with fear.
All seven wolfos leaped at him.
But a faint glowing light appeared on the wolf's shoulder. The light traced its way across the wolf's body to the tip of his tail to the other shoulder. It stopped its exploration at his left paw. A dark triangle-shaped mark glowed on that paw.
A howling gale storm surrounded the wolf, creating a barrier. The seven wolfos were hurled backwards and crashed into walls.
The gale storm died down, and the wolf looked around to see his assassins knocked out. Yeto and Yeta ran into the backyard. They looked in awe at the damage that had been done.
He is a special one… they both thought.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
A high pitched scream rang throughout the castle. All of the soldiers inside dashed to where the sound had come from. They came upon a room with two maids collapsed on the ground, shaking with fear. The soldiers looked deeper into the room and saw a body. Blood stained the chest from a stab wound. The face had a shocked expression with eyes wide open.
It was… the queen.
The king bombarded into the room, pushing past the guards. He gasped at the horrific sight bestowed upon him. The king knelt by the body and wept.
The loud wail of the young princess ceased his display of sorrow.
"Quickly! Secure my daughter's quarters and make sure no one gets inside." the king ordered his men.
The soldiers scrambled to the princess's room. The castle doctor and his assistants placed a blanket on the body and removed it from the room. A tall black-haired man watched them leave.
"General Garith! I want your son as my daughter's personal bodyguard. He will protect her just like Impa does." The king commanded the man.
"But your Majesty, he is merely 4 years old and barely knows the way of the sword!" General Garith protested.
"It does not matter. The younger, the better." The king said and walked out of the room.
General Garith stayed in the room and smirked.